A far too honest perspective. Published as a signal to others who may feel similarly.

As people who travel often across the archipelago for this immense project, a question arises at arrival and departure.

Rest has been reduced to fever dream power naps disrupted with dangerous levels of cortisol. We need to metabolize. We’ve taken in a lot of bullshit from everything that's been happening.

Terror in the wake of disturbing news by the Empire's rulers. Feeling the fatigue from trying to treat this as a livelihood when it began as a dream.

When you hear this word, what comes to mind? Your answer will vary depending on which side of the coin you find yourself on.